Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Jon Svenson watched the retreating Chaos and felt a sense of relief, but as he looked towards the nearby Lich, curiosity arose within him.


The military had said that this legendary Lich was a trustworthy ally, hired in exchange for the souls of Chaos, to assist the Northern Kingdom in striking down all manifestations of Chaos.


Truth be told, the day Jon first heard this news, his younger brother Link almost killed the messenger, mistaking him for one whose memory had been tainted. Thankfully, Jon consulted with the staff using the messenger, preventing what could have been the most innocent of casualties in the campaign.


Of course, his brother Link was bound to be reported, demoted, and fined, tasting every charge that could be applied.


And Jon, as his brother, could only stand by, impotently furious.


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